/jeanne morel
Nocturnal Animals
In the poem nocturnal animals show up in the daytime. Mingle with squirrels. A bird pulls a worm from the neighbor’s yard. I remember a lesson in high school biology on dissecting frogs. How surprised I was to see the clarity of the organs—discrete objects in the body. The next stanza dissects boundaries and personal property. Chain linked fences and cultivated lawns. Then an inordinate amount of white space. The eyes of owls superimposed on maps of towns. Charlie’s white Toyota pick-up parked by the garage. And the quote—When an opossum is playing possum, it’s actually involuntarily unconscious. In the penultimate line, moths, the poor cousins of the butterflies, flock toward the light.
out past the back fence
they thrum in the
thickets hover
they feed usual–
ly in yellow
zillions yellow
but of death
jelly telling
or for mourning
royal keeping
nectar strumming
keeper dead but
who will tell them?
Jeanne Morel is the author of the chapbooks, “Jackpot” (Bottlecap Press), “That Crossing Is Not Automatic’ (Tarpaulin Sky Press), and “I See My Way to Some Partial Results” (forthcoming from Ravenna Press). She holds an MFA from Pacific University. Jeanne lives in Seattle where she teaches writing at Bellevue College and is a gallery guide at the Frye Art Museum.
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